Friday, February 26, 2010
The daily trial..
he is whispering hymns in the vain
not able to feel his own pain
a southern wind in the northern cold
there was nothing much to be told
covering all the wounds with a smile
judging his heart everyday in a trial
how can i accept what has been given?
how can i give what can be accepted?
how can i reveal what has been hidden?
and hide from what can be revealed
how can i define?
how can i write my own line?
how come that the southern soul
would melt in the northern fall
how can you be a bird in my sky..?
when u just don't know how to fly..?
u can be a star in the night
but u can never be the moon
you can be the candles shy light
that will fade away soon
someday u ll leave
like falling autumn leaves
all dry and fragile
that's how they play the game
when things can never be the same
it leaves you with a cold face
and a shaking smile
with all the world to chase
living your own daily trial
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